Wednesday, October 17, 2012

(Up and) Down on the farm

A love letter to the self-made man ends in distressThe following post is part of a series on the history of the self-made man in American history.

Virginia
may have been the place where the dream of the self-made farmer (elastically
defined) first took root. But it was hardly limited to the tobacco-growing
regions of the Chesapeake Bay. From the Massachusetts frontier of Maine to the
red clay foothills of Georgia, the dream of the yeoman drove settlers. That’s
not terribly surprising; unless you were a fisherman near the sea, a trapper in
the wilderness, or a skilled worker in a city or bustling village—all options
for a decidedly small minority of people—farming was pretty much the only game
in town. And if you were going to farm, doing it for yourselfwas widely perceived as more attractive
than doing it for someone else, notwithstanding the aggravations of weather,
credit, fluctuating prices, and all the other uncertainties that have always
loomed large over the lives of even the most successful tillers.

There
were regional variations on this impulse, however. New Englanders tended to
cluster in villages (though there were always settlements on the periphery).
The soil and climate there were conducive to small-scale farming for personal
consumption; commercial wool, diary, and truck farming of various kinds were
also pursued. In the South, the pattern of dispersal was much broader and
directed toward the production of commodities. Tobacco remained king; cotton
wouldn’t take off until the nineteenth century, when the combination of Yankee
Eli Whitney’s new engine, or gin, to remove seeds combined with the British
textile business to quicken the industrial revolution. But rice and indigo were
staple crops on the South Carolina and Georgia coasts. Whatever the variations,
small yeomen, large planters and real estate speculators (sometimes the same
people) pushed west along a broad front of settlement toward the Appalachian
mountains.

Because
farmers typically have more pressing needs than recording their thoughts for
posterity, it’s not easy to understand exactly how these people felt about
farming life (and one would have to expect a great deal of variation between
and even within individuals). But the appeal yeomanry received its most
rhapsodic expression in the prose of a French immigrant, J. Hector St. John de
Crevecoeur (1735-1813). A cartographer who fought for France during the French
and Indian War, Crevecoeur sold his commission as an officer in 1759 and used
the proceeds to buy a farm in upstate New York. He was hardly a representative
farmer in any sense, not least because he spent much of his subsequent life as
a diplomat. But in his 1782 book Letters
from an American Farmer, in which he invented a fictional alter-ego named
James from Pennsylvania, Crevecoeur encapsulated the saga of the self-made
immigrant farmer as it was likely to lodge in a farmer’s heart, if not his
mind:

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He looks around and sees
many a prosperous person who but a few years before was as poor as himself.
This encourages him much; he begins to form some little scheme, the first,
alas, he ever formed in his life. If he is wise, he thus spends two or three
years, in which time he acquires knowledge, the use of tools, the modes of
working the lands, felling trees, etc. This prepares the foundation of a good
name, the most useful acquisition he can make. He is encouraged; he has gained
friends; he is advised and directed; he feels bold, he purchases some land; he
gives all the money he has brought over, as well as what he has earned, and
trusts to the God of harvests for the discharge of the rest. His good name
procures him credit. He is now possessed of the deed, conveying to him and his
posterity the fee simple and absolute property of two hundred acres of land,
situated on such a river. What an epocha in this man’s life! He is become a
freeholder, from perhaps a German boor. He is now an American, a Pennsylvanian,
an English subject. . . from a
servant to the rank of a master; from being the slave of some despotic prince,
to become a free man, invested with lands to which every municipal blessing is
annexed! What a change indeed! [82-3]

There are plenty of reasons to be skeptical about this tale, some of which are supplied by Crevecoeur himself.But many aspects of this
story—the importance of role models; the necessity for a good personal
reputation; the sense of self-worth that come from acquiring a stake, literal
and figurative, in the country—resound through the centuries. Over a hundred years
later, a far more dollar-and-cents account of a Swedish immigrant farmer concludes,
“Here any man of good character can have a vote after he has been a short time
in the country [one of the “muncipal blessings” to which Crevecoeur alludes],
and people can elect him to any office.There are no aristocrats to push him down, and say that he is not worthy
because his father was poor.”

The weirdly disorienting thing about Letters from an American Farmer is its sudden change in tone in the last chapter, when the fictive James gets caught in the whirlwind of the American Revolution. Now the Indians, who he earlier described as disinclined to violence, threaten him with raids, and he finds it impossible to maintain a safe equilibrium between rebels and Tories. (Crevecoeur himself was pro-British during the Revolution.) “The hour is come at last that I must fly from my house and abandon my farm!” he laments at the start of his final letter, entitled “Distresses of a Frontier Man.” “Oh virtue!” he says later. “Is this all the reward thou hast to confer on thy votaries?"

Among other reasons, Crevecouer's lament is important because it reminds contemporary Americans not only that the farming frontier was also a military frontier, but also that one of the essential ingredients in actually surviving as a self-made farmer was the necessity on occasion to become a self-made soldier. For most of their history, Americans have been suspicious of standing armies. They have preferred when possible to rely on local militias, most of whose membership was comprised of farmers. The best-known example of the breed were the so-called Minutemen of Massachusetts, memorialized in Concord by the famous statue of the farmer, gun in hand, leaving his coat on his plow, an allusion to the famer-soldiers of the Roman republic.

It’s a romantic notion, and an incomplete one. One of the more interesting aspects of Concord on the eve of the American Revolution is the degree to which even this prosperous farming community was beset by a crisis of opportunity for its young men. Robert Gross notes in his classic 1976 study The Minutemen and Their World that land scarcity had already set in by the 1720s, with aspiring yeomen unable to afford farms locally unless they inherited them, and uncertain whether ones they might acquire by moving west could be secure from French and/or Indian encroachment. Under such circumstances, they were forced to remain with their families well into their thirties, creating family pressures and engendering social restlessness. [78-9] For such men, the American Revolution was a quest to start over in a world that was already old.

About King's Survey

King's Survey is an imaginary high school history class taught by Abraham King, a.k.a. "Mr. K." Though the posts proceed in a loosely chronological fashion, you can drop in on the conversation any time. For more background on this series, see my other site, Conversing History. The opening chapter of "Kings Survey" is directly below.

“The Greatest Catholic Poet of Our Time . . . Is a Guy from the JerseyShore? Yup,” in The Best Catholic Writing 2007, edited by Jim Manney (Chicago: Loyola Press, 2007)

“I’s a Man Now: Gender and African-American Men,” in Divided Houses:Gender and the Civil War, edited by Nina Silber and Catherine Clinton (Oxford University Press, 1992).

THE COMPLETE MARIA CHRONICLES, 2009-2010

Most writing in the vast discourse about American education is analytic and/or prescriptive: It tells. Little of that writing is actually done by active classroom teachers. The Maria Chronicles, like the Felix Chronicles that preceded them (see directly below), takes a different approach: They show. These (very) short stories of moments in the life of the fictional Maria Bradstreet, who teaches U.S. history at Hudson High School, located somewhere in metropolitan New York, dramatize the issues, ironies, and realities of a life in schools. I hope you find them entertaining. And, just maybe, useful, whether you’re a teacher or not.–Jim Cullen